Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.